Bucky, alone in his room, feels the familiar itch. He's been so pent up, and his hand knows just the rhythm to satisfy. He strips off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, and unzips his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. His mind wanders to the one who always sets him off - his rival, Captain America. He strokes his thick shaft, imagining it's Cap's hand, his grip tight and steady. He feels the familiar tingle, his abs clenching as he erupts, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and his stomach.